“Straying to Exist”

19 Jan

“Straying to Exist”

We battle

our serving selves.

The stone birds

‘neath cemetery gates

sing

wounded roses,

blue teeth,

ghost thistles.

Dead candy,

press flowers between your sacred books.

Innocuous heartthrob,

lift his head above the bog

on riverfront thrones.

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